You can’t see it here, but Jeannie is touching herself. She was an absolute nymphomaniac, and
You can’t see it here, but Jeannie is touching herself. She was an absolute nymphomaniac, and honestly needed to come ten times per day. We hooked up one night at a party and she liked that I came and then wanted to go right away with her again. I liked that she was so hot, had a killer ass, and wanted to fuck all the time. At first it was so exciting. We’d fuck in the car, and then again at the restaurant. She’d have her hand down my pants at a baseball game. She’d touch herself pretty much anywhere anytime and encouraged me to touch her. We fucked on the deck of a public pool (got caught obviously). At the beach she just wanted to fuck even without privacy. After a while of continuously getting caught, I was worried we’d actually get arrested. Plus I realized she was actually a really boring person and not interesting to talk to. She only wanted to talk about the previous and next time we were having sex. When I broke up with her, she was shocked, but was fucking a guy she met less than ten minutes later. My problem for a long time after that was that I wanted to go five or six times per day, and none of my subsequent girlfriends were interested in that. But at least the could have a conversation. -- source link